"The Poetry is another way to Life"

Article Title : The gift "Life" Our lives are mounted on the blips of the time. It goes on, stops nowhere.  We often find our worries big, but they are mere spots on the canvas of our life, they too fades with time. Entire mankind is bounded in the cycle of nature to nurture ourselves. Life has its own way to teach us. The winds, the clouds don’t just simply stay there, it passes. They are not just the clouds and wind they are a lesson to teach us that everything flows, flatters; the winds, the clouds, the waves, the time and our sorrows too, if we don’t cling to it.  We have been gifted with the perception that made us what we are, that shown us what other can’t, that let us understood what other ignored. The only thing we can payback is the gratitude. The perceptivity matters, we are the product of our own perception. Perceptivity determines the sky and creativity measures the sky. We don’t see the life, we feel it. Life is not the sequences of action; it is t...

Poem Title: The Road taken I was dwelled in the darkness of shine, Into the woods, under the pine. The Shivering cold and the sun was dull, It was an autumn; The Rise of fall. The Trees around the path which were standing tall, Started losing leaves like every fall. With the fate in hand and beauty of pain, Embracing courage, I took a leap on lane. I moved with the fierce knotted in the tat, Even though the falling leaves quietly hid the path.

Poem: The cursed Book I was an old book among the thousand in her shelf, I was taken out and torn by herself. I was hurt, I was bleed, I was that open book she never need. I had kept the petals for her between the pages, They faded and died, they were alone for the ages. Every page I wrinkled had a story to tell, The book is torn, those pages still yell. With the time, the words will fade, Emotion will be there with darker shade. I will be burned; the pages will turn grey, This won’t be the end of book; the ashes will have a lot to say.

Poem: The moon full of scars It was the breezy eve, where the sun gone pale, The billowing wind around told me the tale. The dark tress and yellowish sky were insane, Like the sun set down in the grief and pain. Soon the stars twinkled and cuddled the sky, The moon was shy and I don’t know why. We met in the dark forest of my dreams, We let our silence to cry and scream. We lay free on the grass and counted the stars, I looked at you and you looked at the moon full of scars. Your gentle touches and whispered talks, Your prod nudges and our silent long walks. I never wanted that night to end, Just needed some serenity to spend. The dark clouds covered the stars and sky lane, The moon cried for his love and we called it a rain. It was the last moment together we shared, Thereafter almighty failed to make us paired. Wherever you are lay down on the grass and throw a kiss, I will fall like a star to fulfill your wish. With you by my side, I...

Short Poem: Life is a rhyme My Life was a rhyme with a melodious chime, It all passed like a sand of time. It’s all about that day, when rain showered the tears, I was faltered, when it languished my fears. There was a hope, twilight was mine, But it was the fault of time that clouds covered the shine. I buried myself into the dark coffin of fate, I couldn’t survive because hoping was a long wait. We are all on a journey on the path called "Life" where the only destination is a "Death". The time flies like the sand slips out of the hand and when we look back, we realize we have come a long way bearing all those pain.             Isn't it funny, How day by day nothing changes? But when we look back, Everything is different. We have forged us in the journey where the pain no more hurts, where the fears no more bother. We have always hoped for something and many time we have failed at it. No worries f...